Will dare to promise dying sufferers aid,—
For who, when dead, can threaten or upbraid?
With cruel avarice still they recommend
More draughts, more syrup, to the journey's end:
"I feel it not;"—"Then take it every hour."—
"It makes me worse;"—"Why, then it shows its power."—
"I fear to die;"—"Let not your spirits sink,
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You're always safe, while you believe and drink."
How strange to add, in this nefarious trade,